Dear Diary,
I saw Don today, and I'm so glad! He's so gorgeous. But he hardly looks in my direction. Crystal Moore is always in his face. And it's kinda hard to even get close to him with how popular he is. I might as well give up. I'm like the Plain Jane, diary, of my whole entire school. I fall into the background very easily, no matter what. I could be on fire and nobody would blink an eye. That's how much of a nobody that I am. But I have Stella, and Louise, my two Best Friends. They help me through a lot.
It's perfectly okay that Stella and Louise both have guys of their own when I don't. I'm very much happy for them but I cannot help but ask myself why Don doesn't like me. Sure, I'm not the most curvy person, or even the most busty, but I like what I see in the mirror, so why won't anyone else? Is there something wrong with me? I'm a little frumpy, sure, but I can manage that. Right? Mama says I eat a lot. She tries to tell me I'm getting fat, and it makes me cry.
But Mama would know wouldn't she? If I were getting fat? Maybe that's why Don won't notice me. He thinks I'm fat and frumpy and plain. Nothing like Crystal. Beautiful, curvy, tan, leggy Crystal who could have any boy that she wanted. But I am me... And that's good enough, isn't it? More later! Mom's calling me for dinner... I won't eat as much as usual, I promise, Diary/
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